he was born
on a bus, and did his hair
in the bus seat window
looking at him from all of the sides was
the world
at large, moving fast
around him
it is not lost on me
he saw the world    three
sixty degrees, that was how his world was built
he saw two opposing sides to everything
he never wore the seat belt, so it would just be hanging there
he took his fate however it may come, he said
he realized by seeing everything from every possible
perspective
that nothing really was
an elderly woman touches his shoulder
seeing his misery shoot out the window
but he is already so far away